In the Pink: Hunger Strikes

December 30, 2011

I watched the Super Bowl last night, cheering on the Patriots to show allegiance to my father and my extended family (Eileen Kennedy Smith). Not that I’m a fan of Tom Brady despite his movie star looks and a smile that lights up a damn room. Every time he messed up I screamed WHY DON’T YOU LEAVE ANOTHER PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND FOR A SUPERMODEL. To get into the football spirit, I also decided to forgo my usual California pinot for a beer. I don’t know how you guys drink that crap. And then there were the commercials. My favorite one was where Clint Eastwood teaches Elton John how to fetch Budweisers for naked models smeared in body paint and pixie dust before driving off in a Kia. But really I was waiting for the halftime show. And I, for one, was not disappointed. Madonna’s in her fifties, people. If I could look half as good as Madonna when I’m in my 50′s, I’ll be like the hottest one out of all my friends. Again. OMG!

When the official trailer for The Hunger Games came on, I yelled at my husband to be quiet even though he wasn’t even talking (for dramatic effect) and held my breath (also for dramatic effect). For those of you unfamiliar with this trilogy, it’s about a post-apocalyptic world where every year teens must compete in a televised battle for survival. Only one will come out alive. In other words, The Bachelor but less terrifying. If these books are truly “young adult” novels, you tell me why my book club just read it and discussed it at length while enjoying a flourless chocolate torte with the mockingjay logo on it.

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